Those unable to grieve, or to speak of their love, or to be grateful, those who cant remember God as the source of everything, might be described as a vacant wind, or a cold anvil, or a group of frightened old people. Say the Name. Moisten your tongue with praise, and be the spring ground, waking. Let your mouth be given its gold-yellow stamen like the wild roses. As you fill with wisdom, and your heart with love, theres no more thirst. Theres only unselfed patience waiting on the doorsill, a silence which doesnt listen to advice from people passing in the street. - Sanai
Posted on: Wed, 23 Oct 2013 13:28:10 +0000
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